Six? Bullshit! I was sure there are guys better than me, but that fuck rated an eight at least! I wasn’t sure my ego could take THAT rating. But the... I reconsidered.“On what scale?” I asked.“One to five!”“Uhm, then how do I get a six?” I grinned.“That’s reserved for guys she’d do it with again. Only one other guy got a six and he graduated last year.”I chuckled, “OK. You had me worried there for a minute. So why would I be upset?”“Most guys want her again and when she says no, they get upset. I. I carefully grabbed the large goblet and drank a large mouthful; itstung my mouth, but immediately made me warm inside."It's called Port wine, I love it, and I hope you will too. Try sippingit though, we have all night."I took a small sip and walked over to the gown. It was dark green andblack velvet. There were acres of detailed cream lace around the edgesof the puffy sleeves, the neck, and the hem. I also noticed what lookedlike lace-covered hula-hoops."What are those for?" I whispered, I had. I had a 'what-the-fuck'? moment, when I realized that the only reason for the presence of such a thing in our trash can, was that my wife thought she might be pregnant---but since she and I hadn't really had much (if any) of a sex life together in quite a few years, the significance of my discovery was all the more...surprising, you could say.I let the lid to the trash can fall shut and I went back into the house. My wife wasn't home at the moment, and so I finished doing the morning breakfast. " Every muscle in Cheryl's body tensed when he touched her. First, behind her ear, then slowly drawing a circle down her neck, to the soft skin of her full breasts. Teasing the nipples, never giving them any more than a soft brush, he played with her breasts for a few minutes, grinning as she moaned in heated response. His hands moved softly down her abdomen, past her navel and outward to her hips, touching ever so lightly. Placing the fingers of each hand on her hips, he began rocking his.